Blogging has become quite tedious for me right now. This post is something I am typing out to effectively give myself permission to take a (hopefully brief) hiatus. The issue is that I don’t have much that I really want to say on this blog right now, and I would rather invest my creative energy in something constructive as opposed to fretting about my lack of recent blog posts.
I have no intention of deleting this blog, however. Links to my writing will continue to live here and original posts will (eventually) resume.
Charles Bukowski hated Mickey Mouse. No. Seriously.
With that in mind I found this 1963 Chicago Literary Times interview somewhat amusing.
Arnold Kaye: To get down to more serious matters, what influence do you feel Mickey Mouse has had on the American imagination?
Bukowski: Tough. Tough, indeed. I would say that Mickey Mouse had a greater influence on the American public than Shakespeare, Milton, Dante, Rabelais, Shostakovich, Lenin, and/or Van Gogh. Which says “What?” about the American public. Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.